I, the Human Emperor, Madly Writing Books to Create Emperors

One minute...

Two minutes...

Ten minutes...

Standing atop Shouyang Mountain, Jiang Chen kept company with the wild winds for ten full minutes, silent, merely probing his own body.

And yet... no change at all!!!

"Damn system, why haven't I changed one bit even after the release finished? My reading points haven't increased either!"

"Host, please wait patiently... no one in the Exotic Fire Fighting World has read it yet..."

???

"They probably haven't finished reading yet..." Jiang Chen consoled himself.

But...

The beings of the Primordial World, even the human race, lived from day to day with no guarantee of tomorrow. Though the population was vast, how many would have the leisure to read a novel?

"Whatever. Time means nothing in the Primordial World. I'll wait a while longer and see!" Jiang Chen pursed his lips, then sat cross-legged on Shouyang Mountain to cultivate in stillness.

Chapter 2: The Great Calamity of Humanity, the Blessing of the Heavenly Dao? [Kneeling for flowers and tips]

In the Primordial Tribe of the Mortal Realm...

A piercing scream rang out from beyond countless tribes!

"Demons are coming!"

"It's the Demon Race! The Demon Race is here!"

"Ah!!! Help!!!"

On this day, the most ordinary yet most despairing scene of the Witch-Demon Calamity played out among the human tribes.

Countless agonized screams coalesced into a suffocating aura of despair, hanging over the heads of humanity, crushing billions upon billions beneath its weight.

The Demon Race—one of the absolute protagonists of the Primordial Land.

The human race—the most insignificant clan in the Witch-Demon Calamity, lambs to the slaughter, fish on the chopping block!

A vast, dark horde of demons descended from the Outer Heavens, looking down from on high upon the human tribes.

They watched with mockery as humans fled like ants, showing not a shred of pity—only ruthless, indifferent expressions.

"Human ants, the most contemptible race in heaven and earth. Your blood and qi offend me! Too impure!"

A Great Demon whose wings covered the heavens and shaded the sun gazed down upon a dozen tribes in the Mortal Realm and casually exhaled.

A biting gale—strong enough to tear space, split the Primordial Land, and shatter stars beyond the realm—swept past. A dozen tribes turned to ashes of tribulation in an instant, not even a splash of blood left behind.

Only the myriad strands of human essence became the great demon's food, fuel for its advancement.

From that moment, those lives ceased to exist.

"Hahaha! So this is humanity? Pathetically weak, just as stupid as those burly brutes of the Wu Clan!"

"Perfect cauldrons for cultivation!! They have the potential for the Dao, yet heaven and earth do not favor them. Their strongest haven't even seen a single Immortal, and they still occupy the fertile lands of the Primordial World—what a waste!"

"Let me make you shine with light and heat! To have the honor of helping my Demon Race become the one and only eternal protagonist of the Primordial World—you die a worthy death!"

Above the Mortal Realm, a Great Demon reached out with a black claw as massive as a mountain, grabbing toward a human tribe!

Boom!

Bursts of blood scattered across heaven and earth, rivers of blood staining the ground, dyeing the sky a sinister, scarlet red.

One Great Demon after another swept across the Mortal Realm. With mere casual gestures, they turned thousands of human tribes to ash, seas of blood spreading beneath them!

Humanity had no power to resist the Great Demons. Even with soaring courage, even with a death-defying aura, they could not harm a single hair, a single scale, of those demons!

They were fish on the chopping block, lambs to the slaughter!

The Great Demons sneered at humanity's frailty, never once showing pity in their eyes.

They didn't even bother to look directly at them. Killing humans and devouring their essence was like accidentally stepping on a few ants!

And so...

The Mortal Realm became a hell. No blood was seen, no white bones piled.

Outside the tribes, only the weak remained—women in grass skirts, the elderly, children...

Their essence was too meager, and so they escaped the slaughter.

But those who died were their companions, their children, their husbands, their brothers!

Countless heart-wrenching wails spread across the entire Primordial Land, stirring up a furious cry for vengeance!

Countless humans who had lost their comrades clenched their fists, swallowing their grief and humiliation.

In the Primordial Land, life was as cheap as grass, all beings like ants.

Death could come at any moment!

Under the Calamity, even Quasi-Saints could not escape. What could humanity, who had never even seen an Immortal, use to fight? What could they use to carry on?

"Heavens, how unjust this is to my Human race!!!"

"How utterly unjust!"

On the mortal earth, a member of the Human race opened his eyes to see his blood-soaked, drifting tribe, fell to his knees, and roared up at the sky!

"The Sacred Mountain! The birthplace of my Human race! Please guide us forward!"

Some bowed in worship toward Shouyang Mountain, the Human race's Holy Land, their hearts steeped in sorrow and desolation, their voices trembling as they prayed.

On this day, tens of thousands of the Human race died—merely a drop in the ocean of past suffering!

Yet this powerlessness drove the Human race to despair, offering no hope, a future shrouded in darkness!

"Please, Empress Nuwa, take pity on my Human race! Deliver us from this sea of suffering!!!"

"Please, Empress Nuwa, have mercy on the mortal world!"

"Please, Venerable Taiqing, protect my Human race! The Human race will offer you daily devotion!"

More and more members of the Primordial Tribe knelt toward Shouyang Mountain, beseeching the two who had once made great vows on behalf of the Human race and attained Dao to become Saints.

They sought the protection of the Saints.

Each plea, like the purest sound of faith between heaven and earth, poured into Shouyang Mountain!

Yet the two Saint statues standing atop Shouyang Mountain radiated not a single glimmer of light.

They were like cold, lifeless stone—iron-hearted!

"Please, Holy Mother, save your children!"

"Beg Lord Taiqing the Sage to protect your believers!"

"The Demon Race bullies my Human race... I cannot accept this!!"

"..."

The grand chorus of prayers seemed to stir the very Heavens.

On the Primordial Earth, a celestial phenomenon manifested!

In the mortal realm, a single flame capable of burning all the heavens and worlds consumed every shadow and gloom!

It quietly floated within Chaos, yet wandered beyond the myriad realms!

Countless members of the Human race saw, on that day, a flame that could incinerate all heavens, leaping within Chaos, reflected in the Heavenly Dao Rules!

It was a celestial phenomenon visible only to the Human race and the Saints under the Heavenly Dao!

"Sss!!! What is that?!" someone among the Human race shouted, feeling an inexplicable familiarity with that world-destroying flame!

They were not even immortals—how could they feel familiar with a flame that could easily erase immortals?

It was utterly inconceivable!

In the end, that heaven-burning flame

It transformed into countless sparks, scattering into the minds of every member of the Human race.

Rumble!!!

"This... what is this?!!"

"The Heavenly Dao Library? And there's a book inside?" Within their minds, a Heavenly Dao Library had appeared out of nowhere, with a book quietly resting there.

"Exotic Fire Fighting World?"

"Could it be that the Heavenly Dao has taken notice? Favored my Human race? Bestowed a blessing???"

Chapter 3: Exotic Fire Fighting World! Primordial Burning Art [Kneeling for flowers and tips]

"Hm?"

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the First Saint of the Primordial Era, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, sat like withered wood within the Purple Cloud Palace.